An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Looking at the small, light-colored characters in front of him, which only he could see.

Lynn narrowed his eyes and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Is it a gamble to draw a new skill?

Or should we proceed cautiously and upgrade our existing general practice skills to intermediate level?

Less than three seconds had passed.

Lynn made her choice without hesitation.

Upgrade your general practice skills!

the reason is simple.

In this cyber hell where fentanyl-laced zombies and gunfights are commonplace, I make my living as a black market doctor.

Of course, the more sophisticated the technology, the better.

This is my livelihood, my only source of income.

As for random survival skills...

It's not too late to pull for it after I've maxed out my medical skills.

It's best to play it safe for now and avoid taking unnecessary risks.

What if you draw something like "Extreme Begging Skills"? What the hell is the point of playing then?

"Upgrade general practice skills."

Lynn made a decision and chose to confirm.

boom!

The moment after confirmation.

Lynn felt a sudden jolt deep in his brain, followed by a strong tingling sensation.

Countless medical knowledge was frantically poured into my mind.

From human anatomy to complex nerve suturing.

From gunshot wound first aid to sterile wound cleaning!

Countless clinical experiences flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, eventually becoming perfectly integrated into his muscle memory!

Two full minutes passed.

The tingling sensation of spiritual elevation slowly faded away.

call--

Lynn let out a long breath, a glint of light flashing in his deep black eyes.

Subconsciously, I raised my hand and moved my ten fingers.

Her hands were still long, slender, and fair.

But in Lynn's eyes at this moment, this was no longer an ordinary body.

Instead, they are two surgical machines that are even more precise than Swiss Army knives!

If his basic medical skills only brought him to the level of an ordinary doctor in a medical school, then...

So now!

Having acquired the "General Practice (Intermediate)" skill, he is definitely a seasoned veteran who has worked in a top hospital for twenty years.

Definitely at the level of a department head!

I recalled the severe, penetrating infection wound on the white man's abdomen.

A hint of extreme confidence flashed in Lynn's eyes.

If it were me now, as long as the medical environment kept up...

He was absolutely confident that he could cure the other person.

This is the absolute confidence that comes from the upgrade in medical skills!

I came to my senses.

Lynn glanced around and realized that Mike had left the tent at some point.

He didn't pay any attention to this, and leisurely lit a cigarette, sat down in the folding chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

About ten minutes.

Mike flung open the tent flap and burst in.

He was also carefully carrying several plastic takeout boxes in his large, fan-like hands.

"Boss! It's time to eat!"

Mike's dark face was full of a fawning smile: "I've been calculating the time; you must be hungry after the surgery."

Lynn raised his eyelids and glanced at the sky outside.

Before I knew it, it was already noon.

Only then did the feeling of hunger belatedly rise from my stomach.

"What did you buy?" Lynn asked casually.

"Hehe, I specially ran three blocks to buy these dumplings for you!"

Mike proudly placed the takeout box on the folding table, unpacking it while boasting about his achievement:

"I heard that this is the most popular food among students at Dongda University! The line is incredibly long, and I barely managed to get some!"

As he spoke, seemingly afraid that Lynn would misunderstand, he quickly patted his chest to assure her:

"Don't worry, Boss! I bought it with the money you gave me yesterday, it definitely wasn't stolen from the 'zero-dollar sale' in the kitchen!"

Speaking of which...

Mike suddenly gave a simple and shy smile.

Then, as if by magic, he pulled out more than a dozen packets of seasoning from his jacket pocket.

"But... these seasonings are free, so it's not unreasonable for me to take a little more, is it?"

Watching Mike, who even while eating, doesn't forget to carry on his traditional skills.

Lynn's lips twitched slightly.

However, he still expressed his full agreement: "Well done, sit down and eat with us."

"No, no, no! Boss, you eat first. I've already had some donuts outside."

Mike waved his hands repeatedly.

However, the words had barely left his mouth.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

A very loud protest came from inside Mike's stomach.

The air fell silent instantly.

Mike's dark face instantly turned purple.

He scratched his head awkwardly, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense, just sit down."

Without giving a chance to speak, Lynn kicked the small folding stool next to him.

Mike didn't dare to refuse and sat down with extreme shyness.

The enormous body, weighing over 200 pounds, was squeezed into a small stool, which looked quite comical.

"Boss, please try it, it's still warm."

Mike proactively opened the chopsticks and handed them to Lynn, and also thoughtfully opened the takeout box.

Lynn was indeed hungry.

Without thinking much, I picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into my mouth.

next second!

Lynn's expression froze instantly.

"Pooh!"

Without any hesitation.

Lynn spat the contents of his mouth into the trash can, his face instantly turning as black as the bottom of a pot!

Damn it! It's kimchi filling!

These shameless bastards can't even steal culture properly, what kind of pig swill are they making!

"Damn it, this is so unlucky."

Lynn's eyes twitched violently, and he slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"Boss...why...what's wrong? Is it poisonous?!"

Mike was shocked and immediately stood up.

"Which store did you buy it from? A Chinese restaurant?"

"Yes! It's the restaurant on the corner of Fifth Avenue."

Mike looked completely innocent, and even couldn't help but complain, "I can't understand a single word on the sign, it's all just circles."

Hearing the description of circles and round shapes.

Lynn instantly understood, covered her face with one hand, and sighed:

"That's Korean. You went to a Korean restaurant, not a Chinese one. Don't buy anything from there again; even a dog wouldn't eat there."

"what?"

Mike froze, his large, clear, and seemingly foolish eyes filled with confusion.

"South Korea? Isn't South Korea also part of your Dongda University? Aren't they both located at the easternmost point of the Earth?"

"..."

Lynn's expression froze.

Staring at Mike, she was momentarily at a loss for words to refute him.

Upon closer reflection...

It seems like there's really nothing wrong with it!

After a pause, Lynn seemed to remember something and asked, "Do you know anything about Japan?"

"Of course I know!"

Mike slapped his thigh and smiled confidently: "Life's just like any other state! It's just another state in your East Coast, right? Just like Texas in our United States!"

"I love watching all the anime from your university! Dragon Ball, Naruto, Bleach—I watch every single episode!"

Mike became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Oh, right! Boss! And that game from your university called 'Genshin Impact'! I play it too!"

As he spoke, Mike actually made a delicate gesture with his fingers and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Genshin Impact! Activate! Hehehe..."

"..."

Listen to the siren sound, which is comparable to an air raid siren.

Lynn was completely speechless.

All he could do was silently give a thumbs-up to the microphone.

Awesome!

It seems that this is the view of the vast majority of working-class Americans who have been brainwashed by the "happy education" approach.

Anyone with yellow skin from the east is a graduate of Dongda University.

"Alright, this meal is yours. You can eat it; I'm not very hungry."

Lynn casually pushed the kimchi dumplings in front of Mike.

I'd rather starve than eat kimchi dumplings.

"Thanks, Boss!"

Old Mike was overjoyed and wolfed down the dumplings with his hands.

Looking at the other person's starving appearance, Lynn casually asked:

"How's the afternoon booking situation? How many are left?"

"Hmm... there are two more."

Mike answered vaguely, "They're all homeless people from the next block, all feverish and shivering, probably with severe fevers."

Lynn nodded.

For minor illnesses like fever and colds, antibiotics are often used indiscriminately in veterinary clinics.

You definitely won't earn as much as you would from setting bones or treating external injuries.

However, he didn't care about it.

The key to business is a steady, long-term approach.

Moreover, those used for medical treatment were basically obtained by Mike and his team through free purchases, with no cost whatsoever.

Purely risk-free and highly profitable.

The most important point is...

The primary motivation for becoming a quack doctor is to boost one's emotional appeal and accumulate initial capital.

The real way to make money is through Katie's OnlyFans account!

If the video I filmed last night gets a good response, it'll definitely be a money-printing machine.

The money earned is far more than what you'd make selling veterinary antibiotics!

Just as Lynn's thoughts were going through a series of twists and turns...

A sudden and cheerful cell phone ringtone rang out!

"You are that...that ...

"Sunshine, rainbow, little white horse... Beep beep beep beep!"

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